Difficult People Poem by Richmal Byrne

Difficult people,
Am I one of them?
Seeing, through shades, solo paradigm;
All must be questioned,
No-one immune
From suspect and doubt,
All but s/he out of tune.

Difficult people
Who get up your nose,
Creating disturbance where one seeks repose.
Each must be critiqued,
Some torn to shred,
In relentless pursuit
Of ‘last words’ to be said.

Difficult people,
Are they not sane,
Or suffering complaints of persona or brain,
Delusional grandeur,
Or insufferable phlegm?
Difficult people,
Am I one of them?